Bf X Pico Canon Novels & Stories

My eyes were zeroed onto - "The Canon Mark5 IV is my favourite." "It is, Really?" I bashfully began to blush "It's - It's my favourite too actually. It's literally my dream to take photos with it, I noticed that you -" He gave me a million-dollar smile before saying. "I used it the day I took the photos of you. To be honest, that session was the first time I used it, you was the first time I used it. I couldn't do your picturesque beauty justice with just any old camera."

5:48 PM. The exact millisecond Phoebe’s finger had fractured the geometric plane of my peripheral vision. The distinct, liquid reflection of the amber streetlamp distorted against the rain-sheeted window of Finesse. The silhouette of a high-end Canon EOS-1D X Mark III DSLR camera equipped with an EF 400mm f/2.8L IS III USM telephoto lens. The precise angle of the operator’s shoulders—hunched at a twenty-two-degree forward incline to minimize their silhouette against the brickwork of the dry cleaners across the avenue.

"I'll show you a footage, I want to see your designs." The room fell silent at the mention of my designs. "Why not? I am a designer so even if some designs are gone, I can always create new ones," I informed him as we walked toward a sofa. For the next few minutes, Ian talked about his latest project and how he was returning to Mumbai tomorrow to finalize it. "You should keep this," he handed me a Pico camera. "It can take both videos and project it. Use it to video your designs and when you're done send it to me." He explained with an easy smile.